Cowboys, Yogis, and One-Legged Ski Bums: The Extraordinary Lives of Ordinary Coloradans
By Don Morreale
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Don Morreale
The son of a US Army chaplain, Don Morreale spent much of his childhood on military bases in Japan, Germany and Taiwan before settling in Colorado at the age of 14. He holds a bachelor’s degree in comparative religions from the University of Denver, and a master’s in creative writing from Denver University College. The author of two books on Buddhism in America, he teaches meditation both at home and worldwide aboard the ships of Royal Caribbean Cruise Lines. He also writes a popular column about interesting local characters that appears weekly in the Denver Post YourHub, and on-line at Examiner.com. Cowboys, Yogis, and One-Legged Ski Bums is a compilation of some of his favorites.
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Cowboys, Yogis, and One-Legged Ski Bums - Don Morreale
Copyright © 2014 by Don Morreale.
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Introduction
PART 1—Accidents, Epiphanies, and Life-Changing Experiences
1. Keli Rae survives impalement, lives to help others
2. Tim Rains, rescued at sea
3. Kiki Wetherbee: beautiful on the inside
4. James D. Chapman: The Buttonman Can
5. Star Ray Blake: jail time fosters a new ‘tude
6. Brandy Moore: serving a sentence of a different sort
7. Pete Ninemire gets a presidential pardon
8. Matt Kailey mans up
9. John Hoistion finds refuge in a church full of misfits
10. Garry Rudd: hit by lightning
11. Bob Haugen gets a message from the other side
12. Pamela Esquibel sees the Light
13. There’s a pickup truck in Marilyn Wells’s living room
14. The fall—and rise—of stuntman Mark Dissette
15. Gerald Garcia’s dog predicts, prevents seizures
16. Bill Mahoney takes 12-steps
17. Trish Rainbow’s trip through Cancerland
18. For ex-gangsta Tony Crocker, boot camp prompts a course change
PART 2—Paddlers, Twirlers, and Phone Pole Flippers
19. Maurice Mo’ Betta
Wade: Goin’ down the road
20. Paul Brekus: The whole world smiles when you’re on a penny-farthing
21. Paralympic gold medalist Jason Regier: Murder ball saved my life
22. Jocelyn Gutierrez fights her way to self-respect
23. Marc Romero: one-legged ski bum
24. Mexican wrestler Joel Floriano gets back in the game
25. Lacey Henderson: I’m not disabled. I’ve just got one leg.
26. Tricia Downing: Redefining able
27. James Creasey: croquet’s the way for people with dementia
28. Kenny Rhoades takes the plunge
29. Wayne Staggs flips phone poles to stay fit
30. Jon Gates: grandfather of off-string yo-yo
31. Coby Crowley: dragon boating paddle-ista
32. Melissa Thomas: fighting dancer
33. Ashley Dolan: born to twirl
34. Paul Arell: old man on the mountain
35. Angela Cavaleri: half the woman she once was
36. Marathon runner Jason Romero: Who needs sight when you have vision?
37. Double lung transplant lets triathlete Gavin Maitlin breathe, compete
38. David Westman: bulldoggin’ drag queen
PART 3—Worm Farmers, Sign Spinners, and Shopping Mall Santas
39. Dennis James has an office in the sky
40. Bill Lee still believes in Santa Claus
41. Greg Storozuk: real-time ghost buster
42. Auctioneer Steve Linnebur is one fast talkin’ dude
43. Sign spinner Aaron Stuckner gives it a whirl
44. Claude Thompson: Denver’s King of Shine
45. Heather Rubald: Cute with a conscience
46. Chris Kermiet: Square dance calling’s in my blood
47. Jennifer Dempsey: Salida Circus all about the joy
48. Michelle Baldwin bares all
49. Dr. Rick Clarke builds drones
in his basement
50. Max Donaldson: celebrity grave rubber
51. Sandi Wiese: the straight poop on worm farming
52. Suzanna DelVecchio: belly dance not just hootchy-kootchy
53. Nick Hodgdon: Crime Scene Cleaners mops up after mayhem
54. Flair
helps bartender Mike Guzman beat back cancer
55. Window washer Chris White gets a view from the top
56. Eva Hoffman rides the rails
57. Aiko Kimura honors her ancestors through Taiko drumming
58. Steve Lower: real-life Magic Mike
59. Jen Kaminski: Pole dancing. It’s come a long way, baby
60. Trolley Tom
Peyton: reviving Denver’s tramway past
61. Luthier Rock Eggen strives to build the perfect violin
62. Pilot Tom Mace: spreading the word across Colorado skies
63. Ed Ward’s marriage ceremonies: part religious ritual, part Broadway play
64. Mowing lawns: ideal career for entrepreneur Chet Grabowski
65. KUVO’s Linard Scotty
Scott showcases black music from bebop to hip-hop
66. Tara Spencer takes the road to rodeo royalty
67. Phil Tedeschi talks to the animals
68. Steve Bite-Size
Carter is bigger than he looks
69. Mario Cabrera gets his dream car
70. Medical death examiner Kate Makkai learns the end of every story
71. Yakov Neyman serves up snappin’ dogs and sage advice
72. Jim Wagenlander fosters friendship between Mongolia and Colorado
73. Nadia Solsbery and Samuel Henderson: professional balloon benders
74. Susan Atkins: learning through sequential monogamy
75. Dr. Dongming Fan needles his patients back to health
76. LeeAnna Jonas: spirit realm investigator
77. Bill Chapman: Golden treasure hunter
78. Tom Fry: man of a thousand voices
PART 4—Painters, Poets, and a Dog Who Wants to Direct
79. Charles Parson: framing an epiphany
80. Poet Bill Tremblay: a place without guardrails
81. Painter Sam Morreale’s second act
82. Actor Paul the Dog: from wags to riches at the DCTC
83. Choreographer Garrett Ammon: dancing the imperfect self
84. Sculptor Ira Sherman: going to the places that scare you
85. Slam Poet Josiah JahLion: ain’t nothin’ but a love thing
86. Painter Bob Ragland: nonstarving artist
87. Painter Dan Ericson: Signtologist
88. Lori Kanary’s Lite Brite panels break Guinness Book records
89. Composer Laura Mangus: her music graces Argo film score
90. Arthur Jones deciphers Negro spirituals’ hidden messages
91. Paul Briggs: Denver’s most famous unknown artist
92. Painter Gary Michael tries his hand at narrative fiction
93. Cartoonist Ed Stein on life after the Rocky
94. Dan Johnson: one-man band for the digital age
95. Quilting pieces together Michael Gold’s life, memories
96. Lisa Rooney plays the nay
97. Mezzo soprano Jennifer DeDominici’s love-hate thing
with opera
98. Laurie Gibb’s VW van: a rolling work of art
99. Aztec dancer Carlos Castañeda: holding the door open for the next generation
100. Poet SETH Harris explores the plus side of breaking the rules
101. Angelique Olin: ex-cop turned photographer maps landscape of human body
102. Christy Honigman celebrates the power of art to heal and transform
103. Annie Zook’s puppet theatre: not just another roadside attraction
104. Namita Khanna: architect brings classical Indian dance to Denver
105. Country singer Rudy Grant: some things matter more than a shot at the big time
106. Barb Donachy: involved in the bigger picture
PART 5—Panthers, Tigers, and Buffalo Soldiers
107. Bob Fuchigami: Camp Amache a bitter legacy for Japanese Americans
108. Jack Welner, holocaust survivor
109. Lauren Watson: rise of a radical
110. Phil Martinez: learning the lessons of war
111. Bob Kirtdoll: he was there for Brown v. Board of Education
112. Modern-day Wyatt Earp reenacts his great-grand uncle’s life story
113. Miriam Hoffman finds herself at Jerusalem’s Wailing Wall
114. John Rasko takes a bullet in the heart
115. John Bell: go-to guy for the Buffalo Soldiers
116. John H. Yee: original Flying Tiger
117. Arthur McFarlane keeps legacy of iconic civil rights leader alive
118. Dr. Vincent Harding’s mission of encouragement
119. Denver mayoral candidate James Mejia: Sometimes losing is winning
PART 6—Food, Shelter, and a Decent Education
120. Magda King gets a view from the highest peaks
121. Claude d’Estree: old-time fiery abolitionist
122. City planner George Nez: Nobody should be without a roof over his head
123. Heather Forbes finds a new way to work with troubled adoptees
124. Rev. Diana Flahive addresses the plight of Denver’s homeless women
125. Douglas Eichelberger recycles plastic to house the world’s poor
126. Karen Stewart: at home in the world’s most dangerous places
127. Judy Beggs: educating the girls of Guéoul
128. John Moorhead: caring for Denver’s hurt and broken
129. Bill Huggins’s biked-based solution feeds the hungry
130. AIDS activist Penny DeNoble: Doing what I was preserved to do
131. Jacqueline St. Joan: fighting the injustice of honor killing
132. Foster Brashear: saving Colorado’s wild horses and burros
133. Tanya Diabagate: homeless experience leads to founding of Femicare Project
134. Launcelot Hawk takes the hot seat to help abused kids
135. Nico Novelli: no such thing as a disposable animal
136. Vicki Munroe aims to save the bees
PART 7—Hierophants, Healers, and Tap Dance Preachers
137. Alex Augustine sees dead people—seriously
138. Imam Ibrahim Kazerooni: tested by torture
139. Lisa Jones hears the voice in the whirlwind
140. Amma Thanasanti survives a bear attack
141. Leonard Barrett cures multiple sclerosis with meditation
142. Santidevi: Mother Mary comes to me
143. Sadananda: chaos has its own way
144. Carol Gansho
O’Dowd discovers the mysterious workings of karma
145. Rev. David Sharp: tap dancing on the stairway to heaven
146. Meredith and David Vaughn take laughter seriously
147. Michael McGrath: uplifted
by Christ
148. Steve Roth: witness to a miracle
149. Pastor Jim Rogers: heal the sick, raise the dead
150. Professor David Eller seeks a new image for atheism in America
151. Steven Kramer tunes in to vibrations of the universe
152. Rev. Jerry Herships holds church in a bar
153. David Stevens, Psychic Accountant
154. Lou Florez is the wizard next door
PART 8—Expats, Sailors, and Mongolian Sheep Counters
155. Devon Parson walks the Colorado Trail
156. Tibet journey teaches Andrew Holecek the curse of convenience
157. Lily Muldoon: coming of age in Kayafungo
158. World traveler Steve Bouey: Go big or go home!
159. John Baumann’s motorcycle odyssey to the end of the world
160. David Nichol’s year of living dangerously
161. Rich Reading: counting sheep in Outer Mongolia
162. Pinki goes to Hollywood
163. Colin Flahive: China is the new Wild West
164. Luke Eberl: chilling out in Inuvik
165. Kris Stenzel: Aurora Jungle Woman
166. Davy Davis: a birthday at the Holocaust
167. Sierra Brashear takes passion for trash to Zanzibar
168. PJ Parmar: 3 years, 50,000 miles, 101 countries
169. Doug Eliot: home is the sailor
170. Dennis Quinn heeds the call of the open road
ALSO BY DON MORREALE
Books
Buddhist America; Centers, Retreats, Practices (John Muir, 1988)
Complete Guide to Buddhist America (Shambhala, 1998)
Essays
Pipi La Pushe
in Let them Eat Crepes, Edited by Melissa Doffing and Susan Koefod (Lulu, 2010)
China My Heart
in Azuria, (Geelong Writers Inc., Summer 2013)
Bookends
in The Miraculous 16th Karmapa, Edited by Norma Levine (Shan Shung Publications, 2013)
DEDICATION
For Nancy, my shipmate for life
IN MEMORIAM
Sam Morreale
Paul Briggs
Charles Nash
Every man’s memory is his private literature.
—Aldous Huxley
I speak in a poem of the ancient food of heroes: humiliation, unhappiness, discord. Those things are given to us to transform, so that we may make from the miserable circumstances of our lives things that are eternal, or aspire to be so.
—Jorge Luis Borges
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
By the fall of 2009, I was at loose ends. I’d completed the course work for a certificate in creative writing at Denver University College, and I wanted some real-world experience in writing and publishing before deciding whether to go on for a master’s degree. Enter Kevin Huhn a.k.a. the Moose, whom I met in a water aerobics class at Wash Park Rec Center. Moose had lost his job as manager of the sports page when the Rocky Mountain News finally bit the dust. He told me that a lot of the Rocky’s writers were now publishing in an online newspaper called Examiner.com. He suggested I start there. I followed his advice and am very glad that I did. So first of all, thanks, Kevin. Great advice.
While I’m on the subject, a special thanks to the folks at Examiner.com, who’ve been publishing my stories consistently since September 2009. It’s been an education.
I also want to give a shout out to Laura Keeney, who was for some time the editor of the Denver Post-YourHub. Laura made it a point to get in touch with me and to meet me for coffee and conversation concerning my articles, the newspaper business, and the future of publishing. Thanks, Laura, for your encouragement and advice. Thanks also to the rest of the gang at Denver Post-YourHub for publishing me pretty much every week since August 11, 2011.
In case you’re wondering, I did ultimately go back to DU for the master’s. For my capstone project, I chose to write a collection of stories much like the ones you see in this book. At that time, I was still thinking in terms of life-changing experiences,
and my capstone advisor, Henry Rasof, did not make it easy for me. He wanted to know exactly how people’s lives were changed. He also urged me to write more extemporaneously, which turned out to be good advice. So thanks, Henry, for not making it easy and for helping me to define this project more clearly.
Then there are the Jets, a group of guys I’ve been hanging with for at least a dozen years. We meet for coffee a couple of times a week, and not infrequently, they’ll comment on one of my stories. Among the group is my good friend and fellow author, Andy Rooney, who has, on more than one occasion, read my rough drafts and given me constructive advice.
Finally, I want to give some props to the people whose stories you see in this book. It’s no easy thing to unbosom yourself in front of the world, so thank you all for your courage and candor and for letting me publish your stories.
Don Morreale
Denver, Colorado
April 2014
INTRODUCTION
Colorado is colorful in more ways than one. Right from the start, the region attracted its fair share of gold panners, gunslingers, oddballs, and seekers. It’s the kind of place you go to reinvent yourself. Where did the Beats go to discover themselves in the late ’40s, early ’50s? Dude… Colorado. And where did the gurus and yogis of the alternative consciousness movement come to establish their headquarters in the ’60s? Square State,
baby.
Maybe it’s the mountains. Or maybe it’s the 250 days a year of sunshine we get here. I mean, where else do you see people walking around in shorts and T-shirts in the dead of winter? It beats freezing your nads off in Nebraska.
There’s also a fairly liberal and open-minded citizenry here. Colorado was the first state in the Union to legalize recreational marijuana. (Okay, we’re tied for first with Washington, but after the shellacking they gave us in the Super Bowl, I’m not inclined to give them any credit).
All of that having been said, I did not set out to write about the state’s odd balls, at least not in the beginning. In fact, my original idea was to write about otherwise ordinary people who happened to find themselves in circumstances that ultimately led to a transformation in their lives: the convicted drug dealer who gets a presidential pardon, the Vietnam vet who survives a bullet to the heart, the artist and entrepreneur who gets impaled on a metal spike and comes out of the ordeal with a newfound passion for helping women launch their own businesses.
As I went about interviewing people and writing their stories, I underwent something of a life changer myself. I was finding it more and more difficult to find people able, or willing, to interpret their experience through the prism of personal transformation.
They might have had a traumatic event in their lives, but they had come to see it not as a line of demarcation, but as part of the ebb and flow of their day-to-day existence.
I remember one conversation in particular that brought this home to me. I contacted the PR department at the National Western Stock Show and asked to be put in touch with a rodeo cowboy, preferably a bull rider, who might have had a life-changing experience.
Honey,
said the rep on the other end of the line, "cowboys don’t have life-changing experiences."
Sure they do,
I argued. You get thrown off a bull. That right there’s a life-changing experience.
No, bubba,
she drawled, barely able to contain her exasperation with the greenhorn on the other end of the line. Cowboy gets bucked off. He turns right around and gets back up on the danged thing.
Okay, maybe it was time to rethink the concept. So instead of asking people to tell me about their epiphanic
moments, I decided to ask them how it was that they came to do what they do, be who they are, think what they think. That turned out to be much easier for people to grok. And it opened up a whole new world of stories for me to write about.
Each of the thumbnail bios contained in this book first saw the light of day on Examiner.com, an online news source with local editions in most major markets in the US and Canada (Google Denver Examiner Don Morreale
for a complete archive of my stories, along with photos and slide shows). But I’m old school enough to believe that you haven’t really published something until it appears in print in a real-time newspaper or magazine.
Which is how it happened that in August 2011, I started sending my stories off to YourHub, a neighborhood supplement that appears in the Denver Post every Thursday morning. Much of the Hub’s content is supplied by freelancers like me, and as such, it represents an important source of local news and information. It’s also a dandy place for fledgling authors to get their work out in front of the public. Say what you will about the World Wide Web, there’s nothing quite like getting your stuff published in your hometown newspaper on a weekly basis. People see it and respond to it, and pretty soon you’re having a face-to-face conversation with your readers that you could never have as a content provider on the Web. I’m constantly running into people who tell me, "Hey, I saw your piece in the Hub this week. Great story. Where do you find these people?" That, my friends, is music to the ears of a freelance writer.
I hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. I’m glad you’ve decided to join me for the ride.
Don Morreale
Denver, Colorado
April 2014
PART 1
Accidents, Epiphanies, and Life-Changing Experiences
Keli Rae survives impalement, lives to help others
One sunny August afternoon in 2003, Denver artist Keli Rae was standing on the tailgate of her pickup truck when she felt what she describes as a mysterious force
pushing on her chest.
Suddenly, I just flew off the truck and landed hard on a two-foot-long spike that was sticking up out of a tire about four feet away.
The spike entered her right buttock, tore through her uterus, punctured her bladder, fractured her pelvis, grazed her spine, intestines, kidney, liver, and heart, and came to rest just behind her left scapula.
It was like everything was happening in slow motion,
she said. I could hear myself screaming. But inside my head, my mind was talking to me very calmly and rationally, telling me, ‘Don’t worry, it’s missing all of your vital organs. You’re going to be okay.’
When she hit bottom, her first impulse was to stand and get herself up off that spike. It was pretty gruesome,
she said. There was blood and gore all over it.
She walked into the house and told her friend what had happened. He dialed 911, and within minutes, an ambulance was there.
But then the EMTs couldn’t get the gurney through the front door,
she said. So I told them, ‘Just forget it. I’ll walk.’
Bleeding only moderately, she was able to get herself out the door and onto the gurney. But then settled in the ambulance, she went into deep shock; and by the time she arrived at the emergency room, she was lying in a pool of blood.
It took a team of five surgeons the better part of five hours to stitch her back together again. They had to clean each of my vital organs in turn and sew up my uterus and bladder,
Rae said.
Horrific as it was, the accident was something of a medical miracle. Her surgeon, Dr. James Smith, told her that had he attempted to put the spike through her intentionally, he could not have missed all of her vital organs. It bypassed virtually everything that could kill me, paralyze me, or make me poop in a bag,
she said.
Which is not to say that Rae emerged from her ordeal physically—or psychologically—unscathed. Even today, no matter what position I take—walking, sitting, standing still—I can’t get comfortable. I can’t rest. I’m in constant pain. I think of myself as broken.
One day, Rae’s daughter said, You know, Mom, Frida Kahlo thought of herself as broken too.
It was an apt comparison. Like Rae, the Mexican artist had been impaled by a metal pole in a bus accident in Mexico City in 1925. She was eighteen years old. She referred to the incident forever after as my deflowering.
I’ve come to feel a strong spiritual kinship with Frida,
Rae said. I identify with her suffering. And both of us found our salvation through art.
Unlike Kahlo, who started painting to pass the time while still in hospital, it took Rae three years before she felt well enough to make a piece of art.
I lived through this,
Rae said. There’s a reason I survived, a purpose for my survival, and I mean to fulfill it.
Last winter, she opened the Coffee Nook at the Workshops in Glendale as a prototype for a chain of stores to be staffed by single moms.
I want to help them become financially self-sufficient,
she said. I want to help them fulfill their dreams. Frida Kahlo’s passions were her art and her politics. Mine are my art and my desire to help others. That’s the whole purpose of life as far as I’m concerned, to help others.
Tim Rains, rescued at sea
On a Thursday morning in July of 1980, Denver photographer Tim Rains got blown off the deck of an aircraft carrier in the Mediterranean. He spent the next sixteen hours treading water and praying for a miracle.
His assignment on that day was to photograph basic ops on the flight deck of the USS Forrestal.
Most of the time, it’s boring stuff,
he said, if a plane taking off from an aircraft carrier deck at two hundred miles per hour can be called boring. But still, it’s routine.
He saw a shot he wanted to take of an A-7 attack bomber in mid-turn and signaled the traffic control guy to get it to stop. Dropping down on one knee and aiming his camera, he felt hot exhaust coming his way and realized the plane was still in motion. Before he could fall flat, it caught him and blew him over the side. He fell sixty feet and entered the water headfirst.
All I could think going down,
he said, was ‘Oh crap, I just dropped the navy’s $1,500 Canon F-1, and they’re gonna take it out of my paycheck.’
Popping up just in time to see his ship steaming over the horizon, he checked his watch: 10:00 a.m. He pulled a cord and inflated his life vest. Then he kicked off his boots, adjusted his helmet, pulled down his goggles, opened a dye pack, and turned on the strobe light attached to his vest.
I wasn’t afraid,
he said, but I was angry that no one saw me go over and frustrated that there was nothing more I could do.
The water was in the high sixties, not frigid but cold enough that he’d have to keep moving to avoid hypothermia. When the sun set and no one had arrived to save him, he started thinking about swimming.
I felt like I had to contact my parents before the navy reported me lost at sea. I didn’t want to put them through that grief, and I sure as hell did not want to die out there.
Meanwhile, back on the Forrestal, nobody had any idea that he was even missing. It wasn’t until he failed to report for evening muster that they finally sent his crewmates out to look for him. For the next hour, his name was called every five minutes over the loudspeaker system in the off chance that he might be sacked out in one of the carrier’s 2,200 watertight compartments. It was after 9:00 p.m. before the captain finally called a man-overboard drill. But by now they were 160 miles away, and the sky was growing dark. Dark enough, as it happened, for Rains to identify the North Star.
I knew we were somewhere southeast of Spain,
he said. I was able to coordinate with the North Star and get a fix on which direction I needed to swim.
Weak, hungry, and tired, but buoyed by the sense that he was at least making progress, he kept swimming. And then around 2:00 a.m., he heard the sound of a helicopter. He waved. The chopper came closer and dropped a two-man dive team. They hooked him up and hauled him aboard. He was only seven miles from the coast of Spain when they fished him out.
I could have made it,
he said.
Interestingly, the helicopter was not from the Forrestal. It was from the Nimitz, another ship that just happened to be cruising in the area.
It was a total accident they found me,
Rains said. They saw the strobe light on my shoulder and dropped down to investigate.
Lucky, lucky, lucky.
Long-term effects?
I was a lot more careful in how I did things after that,
he said. It was a horrible ordeal, but I learned that there’s not a whole lot I can’t accomplish if I just calm down. It taught me how to work through adversity, and I came out of it knowing that I can overcome any difficulty.
Kiki Wetherbee: beautiful on the inside
If Kiki Wetherbee has a positive outlook, much of the credit is due to the way her mother, Janet, treated her as a child. She was born with a host of physical problems, most noticeable of which were a bilateral cleft palate and a clubfoot. To make matters worse, her eyes were set so far apart that my left eye couldn’t see past my nose to the right and vice versa. I’d stand in front of a blackboard,
she said, and could only write to the center. Then I’d have to switch the chalk and finish the sentence with the other hand.
Her infantile facial disfigurement was so disturbing to her grandmother that she tried to cover her face with a blanket as they were leaving the hospital. Kiki’s mom promptly removed the blanket.
This child,
she declared, will not be hidden. I’m going to show her off wherever I go.
And show her off she did.
When I was six weeks old, she took me to one of those mall photographers who was taking baby pictures. Some lady with a perfect baby said, ‘How dare you bring that child out in public?’ and my mom said, ‘My kid’s just as beautiful as yours.’ She saw having a special-needs child as a privilege.
Even so, childhood was no trip to the candy store for Kiki Wetherbee.
I knew I was different,
she said. One time, a bunch of kids followed me home, chanting, ‘Monster, monster.’ Mom said I should tell them ‘I may not be beautiful on the outside. But I am on the inside. You may not like me now, but someday you will.’
(Flash forward to the eighth grade when a boy came up to her and said, You don’t remember me, but I was one of the kids who followed you home that day. I still remember what you told us, and you were right.
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Wetherbee spent much of her childhood in surgery; twenty-four operations in all. When she turned five, Dr. Ted Huang, a renowned plastic surgeon at University of Texas, Galveston, performed an operation to bring her eyes closer together. It involved the removal of her forehead bone. He narrowed it and wired it back in place.
Finally, I could see straight,
Wetherbee said.
Today she is sufficiently comfortable with her looks to work as a cashier at Wal-Mart, at least for the time being.
I don’t see myself working there for the rest of my life,
she said. I want to go to art school and become a professional animator.
She’s been drawing since she was a little girl. Making art helps me to keep my imagination going. I have this passion to create something and to see how I improve with practice. I put all my heart and soul into it.
In addition, Wetherbee writes fantasy fiction. She’s created a character named Drago, whom she thinks of as an alter ego.
Drago is a picture of what I’d like to be. He’s a guardian. Like an angel. He’s fearless, the embodiment of love and compassion. His best friend is a dragon.
What have the years of social ostracism and painful surgery taught her?
My looks have made me appreciate what people are like on the inside rather than how they look on the outside,
she said. "A couple of years ago, I was waiting for a bus in front of the capitol building. This woman walked by, pushing a stroller with a baby in it who had a bilateral cleft palate. I said, ‘I think your baby is beautiful.’
"She ignored me and just kept walking. Then she stopped, turned around, and looked at me. She said, ‘You had it too, didn’t you?’
I said, ‘Yeah. I did.’ And she said, ‘I think you’re beautiful too.’
James D. Chapman: The Buttonman Can
Life could not have been better for entrepreneur James D. Chapman. His company, Infinity Pro Painting, had won the bid to paint INVESCO Field, and he had jobs going on all over town. He was supporting a wife and five kids and making payments on a six-bedroom house in Northeast Denver.
But that was another life in another century, before a needless tragedy put him in a wheelchair and destroyed everything he’d spent a lifetime trying to build.
On a Friday night in January 2001, Chapman drove to the Shepherd Motel on East Colfax to pick up his wife. He parked his car, walked across the lot, and was accosted by some gangbangers who wanted to sell him drugs.
Do I look like a user?
he said. Words were exchanged. Somebody pulled a knife.
We tussled, and I got it out of his hands,
Chapman remembered. But then I got pushed down a flight of stairs and hit a wall.
His wife found him sprawling on the concrete, unable to move. My back is burning,
he told her. Call an ambulance.
He woke up two days later at Denver General.
The doctor told me I had a T-7 spinal cord injury and that I would probably never walk again,
he said. They sent me home as soon as I could sit up in a wheelchair.
Determined to carry on despite the paralysis, Chapman had one of his foremen strap him into an ATV so he could drive around Mile High supervising the job. Big mistake. He ended up with an ulcerated tailbone that landed him in a nursing home.
This was the lowest point of my life,
he said. The painting business went away. My employees took my equipment when they left.
He got behind on his mortgage and lost the house. His wife, unable to cope with so much bad news, walked out on him, taking her two sons from a previous marriage with her.
But Chapman is a fighter, and he fought back. He went to Craig Hospital as an outpatient and learned to drive a specially adapted car. He started drawing a social security check for $670 a month and managed to get a small two-bedroom apartment for himself and his kids through the state’s housing voucher program.
With time on his hands, he began thinking of creative ways to make a living. One day, he came across an old button machine he’d stashed in a storage closet and volunteered to make some buttons for a friend’s kid’s birthday party. He and his children were sitting around the kitchen table, cranking them out, when his daughter chirped, "Hey, Dad, you should be the buttonman."
A light went on in Chapman’s entrepreneurial brain. He went to Mile High United Way and got a grant that enabled him to buy a second button machine plus an inventory of 10,000 2 ¼ inch button blanks. The 2008 Democratic National Convention was months away, and Chapman started turning out Hillary and Obama buttons as fast as he could.
Whenever they were in town, I’d be there selling buttons at a buck a pop,
he said. During the convention, I sold close to five thousand of them.
He plowed the money back into the business, bought computer programs and printer ink, and created a sideline of custom-printed T-shirts. Today he’s the proprietor of the Buttonman Gift Shop, where he sells buttons, T-shirts, caps, earrings, watches, and handbags. His slogan? The Buttonman Can!
If I was able to walk tomorrow,
Chapman said, I would never walk away from the experiences that God and this wheelchair have led me to. Before the wheelchair, I was 10 percent community. Now I’m 90 percent community. I’m for prosperity and success for all members of my community, especially the black community. And especially the kids.
Star Ray Blake: jail time fosters a new ‘tude
The thing with the tats started when Star Ray Blake was fifteen. He did them on himself in the traditional way, using a sewing needle with thread wrapped around it to hold the ink. He began with his